A better place 

 
fighting to string together 

even two days in a row 

pushing to get past neutral 

but the head says ‘told you so’ 

tried flat-out believing 

got no faith but a little hope 

millions along the margin 

but we don’t judge by the literal 


and this is only what I see, what I see 

a better place? 

there’d better be 


step off the morning platform 

feel the weight upon these backs 

you see all different kinds of misery 

from both sides of the tracks 

hands out, heads down as we hit the street 

change from the pockets of those who can’t sleep 

spit from the river straight into the sea 

god help the meek, the thick, the naïve 
 

between the pride and fear and vanity 

comes the briefest moments of real peace 

let go all you can…  

and hold on to these